Three times a week: Taekwondo, Korean martial arts. Which means running, jumping, kicking, hitting. And all this with the utmost mindfulness and respect for your own physical possibilities. Yes, and those of your partner during sparring. I address my teacher as a “master”. I am the oldest student he has ever accepted.
Some people have difficulties reconciling my enjoyment of taekwondo with my work in my practice.
Understood. Martial Arts and Spiritual Medicine do not work like siblings. However, Taekwondo declares itself a peaceful Olympic sport, it comes from the military. And thus forms a counterpoint to the spiritual healing practiced by me, which certainly has not the slightest militaristic features. At this point, there is some friction in my biography, and some people find that questionable.
Me too. In my understanding in the sense of an invitation to ask. Therefore, I allow myself the following consideration: meditation, introspection, mental refinement, spiritual growth, spiritual knowledge, experiences of unity, moments of oneness as well as impulses of healing (healing of another person as well as of being healed) have nothing aggressive. Where does a person show himself more non-violent, pacifistic, and thus less fearful and more affectionate than in these moments, when his innermost self rises and the inner diamond shows itself, namely, as a bright light of internalized love?
All the more necessary is a shelter to protect the inner light, the unfolding of refinement and agape. If the protective space is missing, the light may only glow, could be extinguished in windy moments, gleaming again to extinguish once more, when the gray shadows of an ever again brutal world seemingly mercilessly and carelessly throw themselves over you with their sometimes lightless blackness.
That happens. Even if you do not want to admit it. And that results in burdens. Mental. And energetic.
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